Bonded (Soul Ties, #1) (4 page)

Z
isa
watched as her two life-mates bickered.  Dressed in sleep pants, they argue
over what to do next.  The morning sun streamed into their elegant yet
cluttered room.  Clothes and dirty towels were strewn across the floor.  The night
had been filled with fucking.  She was sore but happy.  But now it was time to
go or so their reservations had stated.

But
where would they go?  To the sanctuary?  She had no desire to screw inside of a
place surrounded by so many empaths.  They continued their heated discussion.

Annoyed,
she folded her arms and once again attempted to stand and dress.  Sunlight
streamed into the room, and she was ready to get dressed.  She stood and turned
toward the lavare.

“No
Zisa, sit,” Feran ordered.

“But!”

“Do
as I say!” he demanded.

She
sat back on the bed.  Angry she complied not wanting to add to the miasma. 
Surely, they could not be angry over sleeping arrangements.  She wondered if
something else simmered beneath the surface. 

“We
shall remain here.  They will allow us to stay,” Kellam contended.

A
sharp edge lingered in his tone.  She had never heard him speak to Feran that
way before.  Undaunted, Feran continued.

“How
will that happen?  By bending their will?  You know that is wrong!”

“I
intend to reason with them,” Kellam said putting on his outer tunic. 

“I
have seen your methods, “Feran growled, “they linger on the edge.”

Kellam
blue-green eyes flashed and darkened.  He approached Feran.

“What
is that supposed to mean?”

“It
means I question your tactics,” he replied.

Their
shared bond hummed.  Zisa shuttered as anger shot through them. 

“Please
stop,” she said jumping between them.  “Don't do this.  We are supposed to be
happy.  This is our honeymoon.”

With
their gazes locked, neither man responded.  She had to diffuse the situation. 
She thought quickly. 

“Kellam,
I am cold.  There is a chill.  Please—”

“I
will make you a fire,” he said stroking her hair, still eying Feran.

“Please
now,” she requested shivering.

His
calloused hands rubbed her arms.  The goosebumps on them added credence to her
story.  Yes she was cold but not because of the air.

“You
are cold,” he said his voice softening.

He
walked toward the fireplace.  She grasped Feran's hand.  He stared at Kellam. 

“I
love you,” she whispered.

“I
know.”

“Then
would you get me something to eat?  I am hungry.”

His
expression softened.  “I forgot you did not have breakfast.  I will call for
the mechan.”

“No
could you go to the kitchen and order it yourself?  I am quite thirsty and
would like some Jova Berry Juice.”

“Alright,”
he said putting on his tunic.  “I will be back shortly.”

The
door closed behind her.  She sighed.  Tragedy averted.  Kellam walked toward
her.

“The
igniter is malfunctioning. We need to have it repaired.”

Zisa
folded her arms and crossed her legs.  “Oh,” she said shivering. 

Her
breasts bulged over her arms.  Kellam reached out his arm, calling a robe to
his hand.  He placed it over her. 

“I
will have a mechan look at it.  I will be back shortly.”

Out
the door, she was alone and relieved.  She sighed and collapsed onto the chair.

“A
lifetime of this?” she shook her head. 

She
stood and hurried throwing on Kellam's tunic.  She scurried over to the
Tele-link.

“Front
desk,” she said peering over her shoulder. 

She
hoped to have everything straightened out before their return.

****

Z
isa
made her way past the empty plates and cups as she strolled towards her
husbands. 

“Stop,”
Kellam whispered.  “Now turn slowly.”

She
obliged showing her plump rear to him. 

“Come
closer,” he directed. 

She
smiled and coyly chewed her bottom lip as she approached Kellam and Feran who
lay on the floor near the fireplace.  The embers crackled the fire consumes it,
the slow burning fuel.  The two rested upon the comforter that was once on the
bed as light danced s on their toned physiques as she neared them on wobbly
legs.  Goosebumps littered her skin from the surrounding cool air.

She
could they regarded her with satisfaction. 

“Can
you handle more?” Kellam asked.

The
question was rhetorical because was in this bond lovemaking was not an option. 
They had remarkable stamina.  Tired of the bed, they decided to have sex on the
floor.  The argument about where to stay long behind them once she told them
that the mix-up had been settled.  No more words were said afterward.

Waves
of delicate pressure caressed her body as they used their minds to knead her
skin.  They craved her and she them.  Feran stroked his rigid shaft. 

“Seed
leaks from your womb,” Feran said holding out his hand, “Come.”

She
touched the sticky fluid on her inner thigh.  She spread their warm cream on
her skin then lifted her fingers to her mouth.  Licking them, she eyed her
men. 

She
lowered herself into Feran's arms.  Her mouth latched onto his, her tongue
tousled with his.  Kel pulled her away, his strong grasp causing a little
discomfort. 

He
claimed her mouth in one movement.

She
moaned in between kisses.  His toasty body was a welcome change from the

cool
air.

“You
know I have to make love to you.”  His hot breath moistened her neck.  “I
cannot control myself.”

Feran's
chest pressed against her back.  “Too tight,” he said whispering in the crook
of her neck.

Is
he nuts? Didn't they take care of that like an hour ago?

  She frowned and attempted to push
away.  Kellam thwarted her attempts. 

“I
am in charge,” he said to her and then flashed a look at Feran.  “You listen to
me.”   She nodded in wholehearted agreement.

“We
must loosen you,” Feran stated moving more aggressively.  His strong hands
gripped her waist.  His mind touched hers.  Suddenly all of Feran' love and
arousal flooded her conscience at once.  

My
love
, she moaned.

His
muscular arms held her tighter.  “Shhh.”

Kellam's
touch is more forceful.  His mind surrounded hers like a thick fog in the
morning.  She leaned forward, wanting to taste him. Tongue to tongue, they
met.  Feran’s hand clasped her hips as his fingers dove into her center.  She
cried out with pleasure.  He nipped her back growling with satisfaction. 

Kellam's
lips seized her breast.  Both men tug at her wanting her fully.

She
is mine.

Kellam
blue-green eyes regarded her with hunger to the point of desperation. Feran’s
fingers continued to explore her center causing her to wail and writhe.  Kellam
marked with his mouth, bruising her neck and chest.

I
will have her,
Feran asserted.

Zisa's
heart skipped a beat.  Couldn't they see that they already had her?  Kellam
gripped her torso, powerful arms pulled she and Feran close as he clung to her
hips.  Sweaty bodies sandwiched her. Rigid cocks rubbed her legs, slicking them
with more moisture. She was ready.  She was desperate to have them inside her. 
She hoped they would not contend for her again.  Every time they did, their
behavior became rougher more aggressive.

She
didn't know if it was a game or for real. Feran's fingers slid out of her.  He
attempted to pull away.  His need to mount her was evident.  The unseen power
of Kellam's mind held him in place.  As a full-blown master, he was more
powerful than the two. 

Mine
,
he warned. 

She
sensed he was not only referring to her.  His desire inundated her.

Mine,
Feran threatened.

Kellam
paused.  His expression hardened.  Feran took advantage of Kellam's lapse,
rolled onto his back, and slid Zisa onto his waiting cock.  Her mind exploded
with pleasure.  She rode him like a new skiff.  His rigid penis jabbed her
insides, she groaned his name begging for more.  She leaned forward to
reposition, causing Feran to snarls.  Panting in unison, their breaths echoed
in the room. Up and down, she fell onto his luscious shaft circling her hips.

She
leaned forward and backward as Feran fondled her breasts. He thrusted into her 

causing
her to mewl with delight.  Kellam gripped her hair, his tongue snaked into her
mouth.  He pushed her forward, her chest touched Feran's.  Her legs straddle
his hips, causing his rigid cock to wedge inside of her. 

Waves
of power flowed out Kellam's mind as Feran's knees are forced to the floor. 
Even if she wanted to, she could not move.  Her vaginal muscles slackened as
his tip probed her occupied entrance.  His hand clutched her, holding her.  She
puffed as he penetrated her, sinking causing she and Feran to cry out with
pleasure and pain.

Kellam's
length crushed Feran in her tight interior.  She stretched accommodating both
men. Two become three.  Strained breaths are exchanged by all but the Kellam.

“There
is no—ah!” Feran's body quaked along with her as Kellam's powerful hips took

control.

His
sturdy body dwarfed Feran's.  She whimpers with delight and pain.

It
was wonderful and awful.  They stretched her.

The
world moved around her as Feran manipulated the Knowing, Kellam slowly exited
her.  Kellam slid back in with crushing force.  Feran swore in the Retayan clan
dialect.  She and he shuddered under Kellam's power.

Kellam
paused and grabbed her hair craning her backwards.  “Little One, I know what
you did this morning,” he growled.

Her
dripping mound ached.  She swallowed her throat suddenly dry.

“I
do not appreciate you undermining my wishes.  You are mine.  I am in control
here,” his hot breath beaded against her face. 

His
displeasure radiated outward.  Feran's breath staggered underneath her. 

“Yes
doyen,” she acquiesced.  He was master.

“Don't
ever do that again.”

“I
won't,” she said. 

“Who
do you belong to?” Kellam demanded pounded, fucking them both.

She
wiggled her hips erotically.  “You doyen.”

Kellam
tilted her pelvis just so.

“Unnnnggggghh,”
she grunted.

“My
love, my family,” he said hoarse. 

Feran
swore threw gritted teeth.  His cock swelled inside of her.  He was close but
desperately tried to hold out.

“No. 
You both belong to me.  My love, my family,” Kellam stated once again. 

His
hard cock slid around minutely and ground into Feran's.  The senior gebed's
face

contorted
in anguish. 

“Who
do you belong to?” Kellam demanded challenging Feran directly.

“You
master,” Feran said his face covered in sweat.

It
was an open admonition of an established fact.  Kellam craned down and kissed
him tenderly.  He then kissed Zisa.  Feran's shallow breathes beneath her told
Zisa he was on the edge.  Both of their cocks were swollen and thick as Kellam
slammed into her.  Wet slapping noises filled the air. 

Feran
moaned on continuously and spread his legs.  Kellam tongued him lasciviously.    “I
love you,” he whispered to Feran.

“And
I you,” he returned caressing Kellam's cheek.

The
coil inside Zisa bunched and tightened. 

“Doyen!”
she cried and craned her back upward like bent plastic.

He
captured her mouth in one movement and cupped her breast.  He pounded her
cervix making her hips buck.

I
love you Zisa, very much,
he sent.

She
keened her response.  The tip of his cock probes the opening of her cervix.  She
huffed as her muscles clenched. 

“Unnnggghhhhhhh.” 
She gripped them tightly.

Feran's
raised his hips as he pumped his release.  His white heat poured into her.  She
wailed loudly, once again causing Kellam to lose control.  Thrusting wildly,
his cock swelled, causing him to jerk twice before exploding inside of her. 
Her muscles twitched and spasm accepting their heavy loads.  Filled to
capacity, semen spurted out of her. 

Exhausted
she collapsed on to Feran's chest.  Sated Kellam lay on top of her.  Their
sticky seed squished inside of her as their penises withered. 

Kellam
exited her leaving coldness in his wake.  Guiding her off Feran, he covered
them with a blanket and drew them close.  They intertwined their legs together
giving into their exhaustion. 

A
girl could really get use to this,
she sent bushed.

Her
life-mates chuckled.  She knew was going to ache, but decided to worry about
that later.  Surrounded by true love, she fell asleep.

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The End

An avid reader of erotic romance, Peyton has always believed that love can not be defined to one particularly way of being.  

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